Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.